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The ring comes out today, as does bowling for columbine, and punchdrunk love. i want to see them all, have funds for none. Maybe we will go see one anyhow, through the magic of credit. the ring gets my vote.
totally unrelated, but...
I have an interview for a customer service job at agilent technologies, the biomed spinoff of Hewlett-Packard. The job is primo. good bennies, full time employee right from the start. Pays exactly enough to solve all our troubles. Seems like a good place to pass three years while arting around on the side and supporting the missus with her law school aspirations. Passed a phone interview on Tuesday, am now one of 30 invited for a face-to-face on Oct 24th to fill 6 positions. (Chances: 1 in 5) Since i believe in the power of positive thinking, i want you all to say to yourself:
"I believe that steffan will get this job."
and clap your hands.
I will do the rest (dredge out suit, get cleaned, get altered, research agilent to the nth degree, make cold calls, etc, although if any of you constant readers out there know of anything about the place, let me know.) i need to get myself cleaned, altered too, to resemble some human bean again.
totally unrelated, but...
I should probably stop typing, as I have to go and fetch the veggies from the coffeehouse (we get a box of farm grown veggies every week from a local subvert-the-dominant-coffeehouse. you know the type, homemade granola, spelt brownies, shade grown organic coffee.) don't tell anyone, but they can also fix one up with raw goatmilk, a delicacy in this age of uber-pasteurization (won't someone think of the CHILDREN! their delicate tummies might not handle the rough bacteria of the world!) duh. don't feed them raw goatmilk, don't take away my jones by demanding we destroy the sugars in milk with your nasty industrial ovens! the real loss is carrot juice, which when raw, tastes like the delicate sweet aftertaste of a fresh carrot, without any of the coppery metalic tang. when it is pasteurized, it tastes bloody AWFUL, all tang. no sweet. In order to get raw carrot juice now, you have to make it yourself. Odwalla used to sell a fantastic raw carrot juice. *sigh*
totally unrelated, but...
i'm itching with art ideas, and i have a few planks of wood to carve when i'm up to it, with this jobthing on my back, i've felt guilty about pursuing art, since i know it would eat all my time and turn the corner from pseudo looking (hoping) for a job to not looking don't careing for a job.
totally unrelated, but...
"In this world Elwood, one must be oh so smart, or oh so pleasant. For years i was smart. I recommend pleasant."
me too. smart means that you must continually meansure yourself, judge yourself, find yourself wanting, in order to adjust your strategy. Smart requires that you outwit most other people, discover their agendas, disarm thier machinations. Pleasant requires that you try not to harm anyone, that you think about their feelings, that you open doors and smile, and take no offense and sigh, secure in the thought that "time will take care of them" when people bruise you or harm you.
oh to be pleasant instead of smart!
If this is not you, click here.
The ring comes out today, as does bowling for columbine, and punchdrunk love. i want to see them all, have funds for none. Maybe we will go see one anyhow, through the magic of credit. the ring gets my vote.
totally unrelated, but...
I have an interview for a customer service job at agilent technologies, the biomed spinoff of Hewlett-Packard. The job is primo. good bennies, full time employee right from the start. Pays exactly enough to solve all our troubles. Seems like a good place to pass three years while arting around on the side and supporting the missus with her law school aspirations. Passed a phone interview on Tuesday, am now one of 30 invited for a face-to-face on Oct 24th to fill 6 positions. (Chances: 1 in 5) Since i believe in the power of positive thinking, i want you all to say to yourself:
"I believe that steffan will get this job."
and clap your hands.
I will do the rest (dredge out suit, get cleaned, get altered, research agilent to the nth degree, make cold calls, etc, although if any of you constant readers out there know of anything about the place, let me know.) i need to get myself cleaned, altered too, to resemble some human bean again.
totally unrelated, but...
I should probably stop typing, as I have to go and fetch the veggies from the coffeehouse (we get a box of farm grown veggies every week from a local subvert-the-dominant-coffeehouse. you know the type, homemade granola, spelt brownies, shade grown organic coffee.) don't tell anyone, but they can also fix one up with raw goatmilk, a delicacy in this age of uber-pasteurization (won't someone think of the CHILDREN! their delicate tummies might not handle the rough bacteria of the world!) duh. don't feed them raw goatmilk, don't take away my jones by demanding we destroy the sugars in milk with your nasty industrial ovens! the real loss is carrot juice, which when raw, tastes like the delicate sweet aftertaste of a fresh carrot, without any of the coppery metalic tang. when it is pasteurized, it tastes bloody AWFUL, all tang. no sweet. In order to get raw carrot juice now, you have to make it yourself. Odwalla used to sell a fantastic raw carrot juice. *sigh*
totally unrelated, but...
i'm itching with art ideas, and i have a few planks of wood to carve when i'm up to it, with this jobthing on my back, i've felt guilty about pursuing art, since i know it would eat all my time and turn the corner from pseudo looking (hoping) for a job to not looking don't careing for a job.
totally unrelated, but...
"In this world Elwood, one must be oh so smart, or oh so pleasant. For years i was smart. I recommend pleasant."
me too. smart means that you must continually meansure yourself, judge yourself, find yourself wanting, in order to adjust your strategy. Smart requires that you outwit most other people, discover their agendas, disarm thier machinations. Pleasant requires that you try not to harm anyone, that you think about their feelings, that you open doors and smile, and take no offense and sigh, secure in the thought that "time will take care of them" when people bruise you or harm you.
oh to be pleasant instead of smart!
